Fer

My thoughts are yours, my eyes and my sight

My heart stopped in the time. my pain,

My cold skin, my hours awake at night

My tears, my face washed in vain

I look at you. I can' t say nothing

wondering about how are you feel

Just watching your lips moving

waiting for another turn of the wheel

I love, I want, I hate my fear

my hesitation, my flying words

I hate wanting you always near

I wrote you songs with crazy chords

spelling to myself, loud and clear

painting with blood, a thousand new worlds

Rômulo Maciel de Moraes Filho
Enviado por Rômulo Maciel de Moraes Filho em 12/06/2011
Código do texto: T3029334
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